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"Oh! you monster of iniquity," added B.; " that were talking so much against the women.-You that boasted of your philosophy.-You that pretended to ridicule a lady's blue eye.-I thought how all this would end.-Morgan! Morgan! I am perfectly ashamed of you."


"My good friends," returned the Welchman, endeavouring to speak religiously, "man is born to sin, and the flesh, you know, is weak, particularly on such a hot day as this has been. Philosophy alone can aid us in such emergencies.”—“ It does not seem to have done you much good," said I. 'Verily, my excellent friend D., the greatest men, (hiccuping as he spoke) have had their little innocent weaknesses. Lot was a tippler; Alexander was a martyr (vide Diodorus Siculus, page 14, edit. fol.) to Bacchus; and even the great Cadwallader, my worthy ancestor, was sometimes found in his wrong bed. For, as my poor father used to say

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"He's at it again," quoth B., "for God's sake stop him, or he will talk for an hour at least.""No," said Morgan, "a silent tongue maketh a wise head, and taciturnity is the wisdom of fools. I remember my poor father"-" He is the most affectionate son I ever saw," said the soldier, "for he never forgets his father." With these

words Somerset caught him by the arm, and all of us uniting our best endeavours, managed to convey him up-stairs to his room, while we returned to the table, and replenished our empty glasses with discreet but pleasant conviviality.

In a short time, finding himself partially recovered, he prepared to come down stairs, and muttering, as he went, a few unconnected passages of Scripture, marched onwards, though somewhat in a serpentine direction, to the top of the landingplace. Here grasping the balustrade with one arm, and waving the other as if in the attitude of preaching, he repeated, in a sonorous tone, "Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall;" and, as if he had been doomed to enforce the necessity of this admonition, he lost his hold of the banisters, and rolled like a foot-ball to the bottom of the staircase. To increase his discomfiture, a huge washing-tub, placed by design or negligence at the foot of the stairs, invited his unwieldy carcase. In he went, soused head over heels in the lather, and by the force of his fall lifted up the tub, so that it fell down again, and completely covered him. After divers attempts to extricate himself from this truly ludicrous imprisonment, he at length effected his release, and rose covered from head to foot with soap-suds. Fearful

of ridicule, he hurried back to his bed-room, repeating with a heavy sigh, that "man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards."

In the course of the night he managed so far to recover himself as to be able to join the suppertable, and lay aside his anecdotes about his father and his wig. For my own part, I should not do justice to the public if I were to assert that I have a perfectly distinct recollection of all that occurred after supper was removed. I remember, however, that we agreed to go grousing to Llynn-y-Van, and that B. engaged us all at his cottage to spend a few days with him at the ensuing shooting




The Welch Rob Roy.


"You are a patriot, a plebeian Gracchus,
The rebel's oracle, the people's tribune :
I blame you not, you act in your vocation ;
They smote you, and oppress'd you, and despised you."

ONE fine summer evening, towards the close of the fifteenth century, a gallant knight and his esquire were winding along the mountain passes of Cardiganshire, when the increasing dangers of the road gave strong hints that they had lost their way. As they advanced at a brisk trot, they suddenly found themselves, in the midst of a wilderness of glen, mountain, and cataract. The Towy roared at their feet, and above them towered stupendous masses of rock, here fringed with thick woods, and

there peeping forth in naked grandeur. "By my halidame," said the knight, "this is a cheerless prospect for a weary traveller."

"Hark !” replied the squire," methinks I hear voices in yonder greenwood." "Onward then, in God's name," said his companion; and, grasping his sword firmly in his hand, moved with caution in the direction of the noise.

The moon had by this time risen, and revealed a deep mass of wood that rose to an awful distance above them. Not the slightest vestige of a human track was visible; but ever and anon a wild chorus, interrupted by bursts of merriment, came wafted on the gale. Guided by the sound, the travellers tied their horses to a tree, and, aided by the brilliant light of a full moon, scrambled through the underwood, until they reached an open space, where, seated round a beechen table, well laden with venison, pasty, wild fowl, and sundry huge flasks of Welch ale, they discovered a party of about thirty outlaws. A young forester of thoughtful but prepossessing aspect, was stationed at one end of the table, listening to the merry tones of a harper on his right hand. On perceiving the strangers, the assembly all rose from their seats, until the young man motioned them to be silent.

"Ye are welcome, sirs," he exclaimed, "whether

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